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Found on Vasbyt in Tokai this morning


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But this is not Botswana! this is a trail in Tokai that costs R60 to gain access to.

 

No poor commuter will be riding Vasbyt on his way to work, if Bluokrans (or another eco-friendly rider) had not bothered picked it up it would still be there in 100 years time.

 

And this was not hung on a tree this was just chucked into the bushes.

Relax....I am not disputing what you said.Merely telling what we do in Botswana.

You people are so cranky

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Relax....I am not disputing what you said.Merely telling what we do in Botswana.

You people are so cranky

Sorry litterbugs make me cranky.

 

It seems all too convenient for riders to say " someone else will pick it up and they will need it" in order to justify not being arsed enough to put a dirty tube into their back pocket.

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Sorry litterbugs make me cranky.

 

It seems all too convenient for riders to say " someone else will pick it up and they will need it" in order to justify not being arsed enough to put a dirty tube into their back pocket.

I have thrown a whole wheel into a farmers field.......then fetched it when I cooled down

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I have thrown a whole wheel into a farmers field.......then fetched it when I cooled down

As you know, they say mountainbiking is the new gholf!..... I had a mate with a bit of a short fuse. he once tossed a putter after missing 3 short easy putts. It ended up stuck high up in a tree, in full view of everyone. Yes, he swallowed his pride, climbed the tree and retrieved his expensive putter. I don't think he ever did that again. :D

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Sorry litterbugs make me cranky.

 

It seems all too convenient for riders to say " someone else will pick it up and they will need it" in order to justify not being arsed enough to put a dirty tube into their back pocket.

I don't think people really give it that much thought, they are just not bothered by throwing stuff into nature. 

 

You have no idea how much crap I pull off that mountain. PnP packets full. I have one on the bakkie right now - heaps of ****!

 

Wait I have a pic somewhere.. 

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I don't think people really give it that much thought, they are just not bothered by throwing stuff into nature. 

 

You have no idea how much crap I pull off that mountain. PnP packets full. I have one on the bakkie right now - heaps of ****!

 

Wait I have a pic somewhere.. 

It always amazes me just how many plastic bottles etc are discarded up there, truly mind boggling. 

You would have thought that the people riding/walking/jogging up there were there because it is a pristine piece of natural habitat and would like it to remain that way, but no it's just easier to drop stuff when they are done with it rather than going through the hard work and pain of having to carry 50 grams of plastic all the way to their car.

I made myself very unpopular with a middle aged couple parked at the arboretum last year when, after they had finished eating and drinking their Pick n' Pay take away rubbish, they just dropped the plastic bottles and styrofoam containers on the ground next to the car. The pair of pigs were less than impressed when I shovelled it back into their car.

No doubt they will have thrown it out of the window again at the first opportunity because people like that can't be helped.

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I was hoping you were going to say they gave you lip.. ooh, that would have been a beaut of an ending!

They were too shocked to really respond, people don't expect that kind of thing to happen and are very used to just doing as they please.

And contrary to what appears to be popular belief (and possibly against all available evidence) I am not a completely violent homicidal maniac  :lol:

Edit - After spending a good part of a night in Grassy Park police station discussing my reaction to a lurker I found in my garden at 1am a few years back I have, to a degree, learned my lesson. 

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jailbird!!! oh damn, tell us more..

Not technically jail, sat at the front being moaned at. A lot.

Its a long story but cut down it looks like this - 

1. Mid afternoon on a weekday my teenage stepson is home alone when an intruder gets in and, at knife point, drags him around the house while stealing lots of stuff. 

2. We arrive home after the whole thing is done and dusted, find out what has happened and call the police.

3. To be fair to the police when they realize a minor and a weapon were involved they went large on the whole thing sending two detectives, a whole bunch of uniformed officers, a fingerprint guy and a sketch artist.

4. I chatted with one of the cops and ended up talking about football (no I have no idea how we got there) and it turned out that we were both Liverpool fans and got on well.

5. Police went home after chatting to the neighbours who "heard the dog barking but didn't think anything of it".

6. I simmered

7. The next night I am woken up in the early hours by the dog growling and acting up. After I kick him a bit he carries on, I then decide to have a look at what is upsetting him.

8. I find the worlds worst burglar in the garage. Poor old Raffles was not expecting to be set up on by a half dressed nutter and a dalmation with a point to prove.

9. At some point during the conflagration that followed I got it into my head that I needed to get Raffles into the house so the stepson can tell me if it was the same guy from the previous robbery. This seemed to panic Raffles a little and he started to scream, possibly because he thought I was dragging him inside to kill him or possibly because the dog was holding on to his ankle for grim death (I am of the opinion that having been absolutely useless the first time around the dog was determined to show how useful he could be this time).

10. I ended up straddled across a screaming wreck just outside the backdoor when a blue light started flashing. My first thought was "A disco?" rapidly followed by "Run it's the cops" and then "Hold on I live here". My thought process isn't always logical...Annoyingly the neighbours had not only heard the noise this time but had bothered to call the cops.

11. All through this my ever alert family slept like bloody logs and I was dragged away to answer a few questions and Raffles was taken away to have his wounds tended. By now I was blaming all the damage on the dog...

12. I sat at the police station getting a fat lecture about where self defence ends and war crimes start when in walks the Liverpool supporting cop from the other day. 

Ten minutes later I am in his car and on my way home.

Bloody good job he wasn't a Man Utd fan...

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Not technically jail, sat at the front being moaned at. A lot.

Its a long story but cut down it looks like this - 

1. Mid afternoon on a weekday my teenage stepson is home alone when an intruder gets in and, at knife point, drags him around the house while stealing lots of stuff. 

2. We arrive home after the whole thing is done and dusted, find out what has happened and call the police.

3. To be fair to the police when they realize a minor and a weapon were involved they went large on the whole thing sending two detectives, a whole bunch of uniformed officers, a fingerprint guy and a sketch artist.

4. I chatted with one of the cops and ended up talking about football (no I have no idea how we got there) and it turned out that we were both Liverpool fans and got on well.

5. Police went home after chatting to the neighbours who "heard the dog barking but didn't think anything of it".

6. I simmered

7. The next night I am woken up in the early hours by the dog growling and acting up. After I kick him a bit he carries on, I then decide to have a look at what is upsetting him.

8. I find the worlds worst burglar in the garage. Poor old Raffles was not expecting to be set up on by a half dressed nutter and a dalmation with a point to prove.

9. At some point during the conflagration that followed I got it into my head that I needed to get Raffles into the house so the stepson can tell me if it was the same guy from the previous robbery. This seemed to panic Raffles a little and he started to scream, possibly because he thought I was dragging him inside to kill him or possibly because the dog was holding on to his ankle for grim death (I am of the opinion that having been absolutely useless the first time around the dog was determined to show how useful he could be this time).

10. I ended up straddled across a screaming wreck just outside the backdoor when a blue light started flashing. My first thought was "A disco?" rapidly followed by "Run it's the cops" and then "Hold on I live here". My thought process isn't always logical...Annoyingly the neighbours had not only heard the noise this time but had bothered to call the cops.

11. All through this my ever alert family slept like bloody logs and I was dragged away to answer a few questions and Raffles was taken away to have his wounds tended. By now I was blaming all the damage on the dog...

12. I sat at the police station getting a fat lecture about where self defence ends and war crimes start when in walks the Liverpool supporting cop from the other day. 

Ten minutes later I am in his car and on my way home.

Bloody good job he wasn't a Man Utd fan...

 

classic story...

 

would of been much worse for you had you been the Man Utd Fan, i reckon. :ph34r:

 

Also glad the family wasn't hurt.

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